Andrew
"Have anyone told you, you have very beautiful eyes" I know that voice, gentle yet with so much authority, she is trying to suppress it but I hear a little bit of accent, I turn to see the objection of my fantasy, at the door, how come she is more stunning every time I see her, I drop the paintbrush, more as it slips from my finger, I nervous touch the button of painter coverall, I'm not someone that gets nervous, but my boss is here, my very hot boss that I keep banging in my dream
"you are here" I stupidly say,
"yes, it's my company"
"many people tell me they really can't tell the color of my eyes," I say
"it's a beauty" from her that is a big compliment, she notices my eyes does it mean she likes me, she walked toward me, more like a catwalk, never taking her eyes off me I
